In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Who did it?

Or was it caused by the remnant soul of the "Soul-Devouring Beast" impacting itself?
"We...are we to cross the River of Oblivion? And walk the road to the underworld?" Biyao looked at the turbid waters, filled with countless tormented souls, her face turning pale. Even though she came from a demonic sect, she couldn't help but feel fear in the face of the River Styx, which only existed in legends.

Legend has it that if a living person falls into the River of Oblivion, they will be forever lost and lose all their memories.

And the Road to the Underworld is a dead end with no return!

Su Han shook his head and pointed to the riverbank at the starting point of the Yellow Springs Road.

There, a dilapidated little wooden boat was moored all alone.

The ship was pitch black and looked unremarkable, with a lantern emitting a faint green light hanging at the bow.

The glow of the lanterns illuminated a small, relatively "safe" area on the dimly lit River of Oblivion.

“There’s a ferry there,” Su Han said. “The information from the mark indicates that those who possess the Netherworld Seal can use this ferry to cross the river, tread the Yellow Springs Road, and reach the core of the seal. This may be the only way.”

Lu Xueqi and Biyao looked in the direction Su Han pointed and indeed saw the small boat and the green lantern.

In this eerie environment, the ship and the lamp appeared particularly sinister.

But it seems there really is no other way.

Go back? The stone tablet entrance they came from is one-way; they've tried, but can't return.

We can only move forward.

The three looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Su Han took the lead, stepping down the steps at the exit of the passageway and onto the soft, damp soil of the Wangchuan River.

As you approach the riverbank, the stench of decay grows stronger, and the wails of the dead in the river are clearly audible, disturbing your peace of mind.

The light from the Heavenly Sword and the white glow of the Heartbreak Flower automatically intensified, helping their master resist this spiritual erosion.

They carefully avoided the spider lilies that had spread to the shore—these eerie flowers always gave off an ominous feeling—and arrived at the small wooden boat.

The boat was small, and it looked like it could only hold three or four people at most.

Su Han tentatively stepped onto the bow of the ship.

The small boat rocked slightly but did not sink.

The light from that green lantern seemed to have stabilized somewhat.

Su Han gestured for Lu Xueqi and Biyao to board the boat.

After a slight hesitation, the two women boarded the small boat one after the other.

After the three of them boarded the boat, the mooring ropes holding the boat detached themselves on their own, and then shrank back into the mud on the shore like living creatures.

The small boat, without oars or sails, began to move slowly on its own, heading towards the misty direction on the opposite bank of the River of Oblivion.

The light from the green lanterns enveloped the small boat, shielding the yellow river water and the struggling phantoms of the dead from its glow.

Even so, feeling the deathly aura of the River of Oblivion up close still put immense pressure on the three of them, requiring them to exert all their spiritual power to resist it.

The boat traveled at a moderate speed.

Su Han stood at the bow of the ship, staring intently at the increasingly close fog ahead, and the vaguely visible outline of the massive pass behind the fog—the Gates of Hell!

Just looking at that door gives one a chilling feeling that their soul might be sucked away.

It was as if once you stepped through that door, you would truly enter the underworld of eternal damnation, with no way back.

“The gates of hell…” Biyao murmured, her palms slightly sweaty.

Lu Xueqi gripped Tianya tightly, her cold eyes fixed on the giant door, her body adjusted to its optimal state, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

The small boat finally reached the shore, gently bumping against the hard, black mud.

The green light at the bow of the boat flashed a few times, then gradually dimmed. Su Han was the first to leap off the small boat, landing firmly on solid ground.

The land on the shore was cold and hard, filled with a smell of dust and decay.

He turned around and reached out to help Lu Xueqi and Biyao.

After the two women landed, the small wooden boat sank slowly into the mud on the shore like a phantom and disappeared, along with the green light.

There is no way out.

The three stood at the starting point of the Road to the Underworld. In front of them was a huge stone tablet that read "Road to the Underworld," and further away was the towering Gate of Hell.

The cracks on the stone tablet were clearer than when they were on the other side of the river. Strands of pure black energy seeped out from them, writhing like living things, emanating a chaotic and devouring aura that was of the same origin as the Soul-Devouring Beast but even more eerie.

These black energies seemed to be fighting against the deathly aura of the entire space, and also seemed to be slowly eroding the laws of this place.

"The cracks in the seal are more serious than I imagined." Su Han walked to the stone tablet, stretched out his finger, and gently touched a crack.

A bone-chilling coldness and a sticky, nauseating feeling emanated from my fingertips.

The Netherworld Mark reacted immediately, and a warm current surged out, dispelling the malice.

"Can it be repaired?" Lu Xueqi asked.

Su Han shook his head: "The stone tablet is just the external manifestation of the seal; the core lies beyond the Gates of Hell. Without addressing the source, repairing the surface is meaningless. Moreover, this crack was caused by an internal impact, coupled with external...guidance from some kind of force."

He scanned his surroundings with sharp eyes, but apart from the three of them, he could not sense any other living beings.

Who is guiding things from the outside?
Was it that mysterious black shadow?
Or is there a problem within the Netherworld Sect?
"Let's go, be careful." Su Han said in a deep voice, taking the lead and stepping onto the winding dirt road—the Road to the Underworld!

The moment the foot landed, an invisible pressure suddenly descended!

It felt as if a thousand pounds of weight were pressing down on my shoulders. What was even more terrifying was that my soul seemed to have become heavy as well, and my thoughts had become somewhat sluggish.

At the same time, the gray mist around them began to churn, and countless whispers, cries, and roars could be faintly heard, disturbing their minds.

On both sides of the road, there is still an endless sea of ​​red spider lilies, but the flowers here are even more blood red, even black, and they emit a strong, sweet, and pungent smell that makes people dizzy.

It seemed as if countless eyes were secretly watching from within the flower bushes.

Lu Xueqi and Biyao immediately circulated their spiritual power, and protective light shone from their bodies to resist the pressure and mental erosion.

The Tianya Sword emitted a soft hum, and its azure sword light swept across, dispelling some of the approaching mist.

The light from the Heartbreak Flower was even softer, protecting a small area around the three of them.

Su Han, relying on the Netherworld Mark, had a strong resistance to this pressure. He walked at the front, his divine sense highly concentrated, sensing what lay ahead.

The fluctuations of the remnant soul of the Soul-Devouring Beast became increasingly clear, filled with frenzy, hunger, and a desire for destruction.

The Road to the Underworld appears straight, but it is actually winding and twisting, seemingly without end.

The three of them moved forward slowly under heavy pressure and disturbed by eerie sounds.

After walking for a while, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in the mist by the roadside ahead.

The figure was hunched over, carrying a dim yellow lantern, standing by the roadside, seemingly waiting for something.

As they got closer, they could see that it was an old woman dressed in ancient clothing with a withered face.

Her face was wrinkled, her eyes were vacant, but a strange smile lingered on her lips.

At her feet was a dilapidated wooden bucket filled with murky liquid that emitted an indescribable odor.

“Meng Po…” Bi Yao whispered, instinctively gripping her magic weapon tightly.

Legend has it that Meng Po, the goddess of forgetfulness, stands before the Gates of Hell. Only by drinking Meng Po's soup, forgetting one's past life, can one enter the cycle of reincarnation. (End of Chapter)